The Silence is friendly:
Sitting here alone
Listening--
Listening for--to whatever
Spirits may be present.

As a child I knew
This whispering stillness well--
No stranger to the voices
Of mine or other souls or forces--
But at sixty-three?

Life has attempted to box me
Into languages and cultures,
Appeals and desires
Revulsion and disgust--
To disengage that harmony of innocence.

But today I hear it--
That blend in the polyphony
Of my passing decades:
The quiet hazy Sunlight
Of a wintery Sabbath.

02/03/2015

Author's Note: Sunday morning at the Brigham City Welcome Center.

Posted on 02/04/2015
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